The Sentinels a voice from down the ages, so in haunting in its song

emaleth spoke in her baby's tongue -- the two came together, reaching out to comfort one another against this new thing, and lasher felt tears enter his eyes, spill down his cheeks, for the pleasure and blessing of sharing in this moment with his beautiful children. the awareness of their opened eyes, their shared language, their wonderment and acceptance, all mingled into a mélange of sheer joy and adoration that inserted itself into their father's heart and lay glowing faintly there like a hidden gemstone.

"little witches," came the druid's whispered pronouncement. born from witches, born into the love of a healer and a witch's keeper -- yes, yes, the spirits who had chosen the bodies of emaleth and deirdre had chosen wisely.